Legend has it
that every word
might have
an inside to it?
thought's carve
within,
get lost in technology
around me,
pacing and placing,
a clock shrugging,
I don't know
if I should try and live
much more, or what...
Legend has it
that you grew it - yourself!
made it more amiable
than the present,
there's nothing worse than -
(now) ,
where all great - mystery - hangs,
in the imbalance,
Legend has it
that there has never been any
(true)belief in anything,
at least since I wrote this,
and understanding is a hard
thing, to bear!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem